Since yesterday morning, Donte’s story is 2000 words closer to completion. Okay, 1957 words closer, for those of you with something stuck somewhere private. 24,554 glorious words total, taking poor Donte to the depths of hell. I plan to bring him back–but that part isn’t written yet.
Guess I should go write it. 😀
In case you’re wondering, hell, yes, I still miss my husband. It hurts like hell.
I used to love Christmas. But this year every decoration reminds me we’re one short. So when a co-worker got out of hand this week and decorated the whole office, I met her at my door with a sign banning elves, and a threat to put a mouse (we’re having a problem with them right now) in her pocket if one piece of tinsel finds its way into my private sanctum. We’ll see.
This is really going to hurt. If I didn’t have a six-year-old, I’d just cancel the entire month of December.
If I didn’t have a 6yo, I’d cancel a lot of things.